new favourite left-handed speedpaint game; make the ugliest pile of shit you can then turn it into a landscape ready set go
new favourite left-handed speedpaint game; make the ugliest pile of shit you can then turn it into a landscape ready set go
now I know what you’re all thinking; Mod what the fuck lame-ass ugly font is that supposed to be are you even sober
well I can tell you that a) I actually have never been drunk because I am a child who doesn’t like alcohol or broad beans and b) THAT, my friends, is a no-take-backs straight-ahead done as fast as I could pile of shit that I did purely left handed and I am proud of me because lOOK MA I’M LEARNING TO WRITE
AGAIN
IT;S TAKINGASFKWFCKINGAGES BUT I'MGON DOIT and this is so much more controlled than a week ago oh my god you don’t even know
anyway I’m going to be away from internet for four days while I’m in London at a series of lectures by Pixar and while I don’t think I’m at the level to take notes I can at least give you this to laugh at before I vanish off the face of the earth
do monsters make sure we look under the bed? or over our shoulder, not just straight ahead?
do monsters make sounds in the dark of the night, to check we’re not frightened to turn off the lights?
do monsters wait for us to come home from school, and forget that they’re real, like they wanted us to?
do they tell us ‘take care’, and 'be safe’, when we do?
it sounds weird but I’m almost worried about losing the lack of control I have when I draw with my left hand; there’s something much more innocent and gratifying about the work when even starting a brushstroke in the right place is a Herculean struggle
been recalling the month I spent in Costa Rica with all this humid weather a lot too =u=
going to try and do one left handed speed paint a day until I can actually use this damned thing to draw properly
I had a dream last night that I was Death’s one and only Pale Horse so naturally I went for a run on the beaches of Tartarus
it was awesome and had a super weird colour scheme
couldn’t do much drawing after work today thanks to a migraine that forced me to lie down in a dark room with my eyes shut for about two and a half hours of mild agony and explicit tedium
but hey here’s some WIP doodles
H. “If there are trees, are there forests?”
R. “Oh yes, in fact we’ll be traveling through one soon- the largest of all, as it happens- but you must be very quiet there.”
H. “Quiet?”
R. “Mm- you see, that is where trees go to think, and to share their deepest, biggest thoughts with one another. That is why all forests are so quiet; so that the trees can think.”